Sam (Floating Points): Pharoah… Pharoah: Huh…? Sam: Were you asleep? I’m sorry… Pharoah: No no… I was listening… and dreaming… and listening to music in my head… Sam: Oh wow… sorry. Pharoah: Many times, people think I might be asleep… but in fact, I am just listening to music in my head. I’m always listening… to the sounds around me… and playing, in my mind… and sometimes I dream. Sam: What were you dreaming about? Pharoah: I’m on a ship. In the ocean. Bears coming around smoking cigars. The bears are singing, ‘We have the music. We have what you’re looking for. * * * Pharoah: How you like that take, Sam? Sam: It’s cool. I think the bit in the middle, where it stops again…I think you can hear…We were both kind of confused. I like it as well because it sounds like two musicians that are trying to guide each other. Pharoah: I think that’s it right there. It came out different. It came out good though. Sam: You happy? Pharoah: Yeah, I’m cool with it. Sam: Okay. Yeah, I think your playing is beautiful.
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